تسجيل الدخول~MARCELLA~Is this really happening??No…..scratch that.This is happening.Lucas just asked me out… and I said yes.I’m still smiling like an idiot when it hits me—hard and sudden, like a spark catching fire inside my chest.Tonight has to be special.No… not just special.Perfect.My eyes light up, and before I can even stop myself, I grab his wrist, excitement bubbling out of me.“We’re recreating it,” I blurt out.He blinks. “Recreating… what?”“The first time we met,” I say, grinning now….wide, mischievous, full of energy I can’t contain. “At the club.”His brows lift slightly, confusion flickering across his face.But I don’t give him time to question it.“Don’t move!” I point at him dramatically before spinning around and rushing out of the room.My heart is racing….not from nerves this time, but from pure excitement.God, I feel alive.I practically run all through, my footsteps echoing as I head straight for the kitchen. I yank open the cabinet, grabbing a
~MARCELLA~Is this really happening??Is Lucas really proposing to me and asking me to be his girlfriend??For a second… I can’t breathe.Not because I don’t know the answer.But because of the way he asked.Lucas didn’t just ask me to be his girlfriend.He offered me everything he is… like it’s something small.Like it’s not the most real, most terrifyingly honest thing anyone has ever placed in my hands.My chest tightens, and then…suddenly….it bursts.A rush of warmth. Of happiness. Of something so overwhelming it almost makes me laugh and cry at the same time.Oh my God.He actually asked me out.He wants me.My eyes sting slightly as I stare at him.This boy… standing in front of me like he’s about to be rejected.Like I might laugh.Like I might walk away.Like I haven’t been completely, hopelessly his for longer than I want to admit.My lips part, but no words come out at first—not because I don’t have an answer…But because I have too many.“Lucas…” I
~LUCAS~I don’t know how long I just sit there after she asks me that question.Why do you keep pushing me away?It sounds so simple when she says it.Like the answer should be easy.Like it shouldn’t feel like I’m about to rip something open inside my chest just to give it to her.My hands are still, the lotion forgotten in my palm. My heart… isn’t. It’s beating too fast. Too loud. Like it’s trying to escape.And when I finally look up at her…God.Marcella is looking at me like she actually cares about the answer.Like whatever I say next matters.That’s what scares me the most.I swallow hard, dragging a hand through my hair, exhaling slowly.“You really want to know?” I ask again, even though she already said yes.She nods.No teasing this time. No games.Just her….. waiting.That’s what breaks me.I let out a quiet, humorless laugh, shaking my head slightly.“You’re not going to like it,” I mutter.“I’ll decide that,” she says softly.God.I close my eyes
~MARCELLA~I don’t even hesitate.I start unbuttoning my shirt slowly and deliberately.One button…Two…And just like I expected….“Jesus—!”Lucas shuts his eyes so fast it’s almost impressive.I burst out laughing.Not just a small laugh, no…I laugh hard. Full-on, uncontrollable laughter, clutching my stomach as I bend forward slightly.“You didn’t even try!” I gasp between laughs. “Lucas, you didn’t even last two seconds!”“I told you not to….!” he snaps, eyes still tightly shut. “Marcella, what is wrong with you?!”“Oh my God,” I laugh again, shaking my head. “You’re actually unbelievable.”I step closer, and he stiffens immediately.“Open your eyes,” I tease, circling him slowly. “Come on… just a peek.”“No.”“Lucas… Come on…Don't you want to see how sexy I look?” I tease him seductively.“No,” he says firmly.I grin wider. “You’re scared.”“I’m not scared,” he protest.“Then open your eyes,” I tell him softly.“I said no,” he insists.I lean in slightl
~LUCAS~Marcella is already looking at my body.Not just looking, but admiring too.Like I’m some kind of exhibit in a museum she paid full attention to.“Lucas…” she says softly, almost like she’s tasting my name.I freeze.“What?” I ask cautiously.She stands up slowly and starts walking toward me with no hesitation and no shame…just confidence.For some minutes, I contemplated running back into the bathroom and locking myself inside.Her eyes don’t leave my body.“This…” she gestures vaguely at me, “…is unfair.”I blink.“Unfair?” I repeat.She stops right in front of me, her gaze dropping again….this time more openly.“Do you even know how well built you are?” she asks.My brain glitches.“I—what?”“You…” she exhales, almost like she’s impressed. “You’ve been hiding all this under your clothes?”I choke.“I’m not hiding anything!”“Oh, you are,” she counters immediately, standing up slowly. “This is very much hidden treasure behavior.”“What does that even m
~LUCAS~The bathroom door closes behind me, and I lean against it for a second.I don’t know how long I stand there with my forehead pressed against the door.Five seconds? Ten?Maybe a full minute.All I know is… I’m rethinking every decision that led me here.Every. Single. One.“Focus,” I mutter to myself, pushing away from the door. “It’s just a bath. A normal bath. People take baths every day. You’ve done this your whole life.”Yeah.Just not with Marcella waiting outside like a villain in a psychological thriller.I turn on the shower.The water comes out warm instantly—of course it does, because apparently even the water in this house is rich.The sound of the water hitting the tiles echoes softly, filling the space, but somehow it doesn’t calm me. If anything, it makes everything feel more intense… more real. Like I’m counting down to something I can’t escape.I step in, trying to ignore everything she just said.Trying, but failing terribly.Because n
~ELENA~The moment we all got into our various rooms to freshen up after the best sex I've ever had in my life, I hear the car horns blare loudly and the front doors open.Mom and her husband are back.I quickly lock my door. I don't want to have any more conversations wi
~ELENA~My three stepbrothers turn to me after Giacomo leaves.I stare back at the three identical faces.And I…I don't know what to say.My breath comes in shallow puffs.I grip the edge of the sink to keep from sliding to the floor.They didn't hit him.Not really.But the
~VINCENZO~ Some minutes after Elena leaves with her friends, the doorbell starts to ring.And whoever that's ringing seems impatient as they keep pressing the bell over and over again.I groan loudly and walk to the door to open it as Riccardo and Nico don't make a move to open
~ELENA~Vincenzo's hand trails down to my thigh, lifting it slightly to his hip.“Do you want that?” He asks roughly. “Do you want us?”I should say no. I should.But what comes out of my mouth is a whisper.“Yes.”All three of them groan.“Your wish is our command, my vixen,” Ri







